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Who: Asriel, Kyoko, Frisk, Toriel, and an open prompt
When: August 27-30th
Where: Various places
What: Asriel watches a home movie, attempts to deal with feelings, and tries baking with Kyoko
Warnings: Undertale spoilers, slavery and abuse mentions

"Call me maybe - Cookie Monster version" (Watch on YouTube)

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[Frisk shakes their head, leaning over to let their head rest on Asriel's shoulder. For a moment, it doesn't seem like they're going to speak, but then they murmur very quietly...soft enough it could almost be missed.]

...what...what were they like with Mom an' Dad?

[Asriel's quiet for a little bit, just letting Frisk rest their head on his shoulder. He tries to describe it, all their happy memories together, but he can already feel his throat getting tight.

For the past hour, Asriel had watches his memories over and over of their life together. Mulling over all the thing he should've done or said. He should've told Chara he loved them. He should've spent more time together, or tried to do more dumb kid stuff that they used to do... but he was always afraid, wasn't he? Afraid that deep down, Chara still held that resentment.

But it always felt like there was going to be enough time. That they could finally make up all that lost time when they got off this ship for good. They couldn't go home, so what other option was there?

... He was so stupid, for not thinking about it.]

I can show you.

[His voice is quiet, and he flips through his memories as if he were rewinding a video with a TV remote. The scene settles on a family dinner, shown through the perspective of Asriel. Toriel seems to be making some kind of stew, a flame carefully hovering in her hand as she cooks. Asgore tries to come in and offer help before Toriel shoos him back out.

Asriel is sitting at the table, watching Asgore walk back out before smiling gently at him. Chara hops into a seat, almost placing muddy hands on the table before a female voice calls out.

"Chara, wash your hands before you sit down."

Chara makes a face, as a childish giggle interrupts them.

"Hee hee, looks like you can't fool mom, Chara..."

Chara tilts their head towards Asriel with a friendly but dangerous look.

"Maybe not. But you know, Azzy, looks like you're gonna need to wash up too."

"Huh? I already washed my - augh, Chara! Stop! You're getting mud on my nose!"]

[They can sense Asriel's upset, in the way his shoulder tenses just slightly, the creases between his brows. Frisk frowns and puts a hand over Asriel's, but their gaze drops down to the disk again when he starts the new memory up.]

[A small smile pulls at their face, though the sight of the Dreemurrs together like this makes their chest ache. Toriel cooking, and Asgore watching his children fondly...seeing a happy moment like this makes knowing what happened later all the worse. But Frisk chuckles quietly when Chara puts their dirty hands all over Asriel's face. That's so like them...]

Did they help in th' garden a lot?

[Asriel feels lost in the memory for a moment, an aching sadness spreading over them - as well as a warm fondness for days long past. The hand on his stirs him out of it, and he gives a small smile.]

Mm, sometimes. Usually when it was dad and me. Dad always gave us our own spots in the garden where we could plant our own flowers. Sometimes Chara got frustrated that theirs weren't growing as fast as mine or dad's.

[Chara got frustrated over a lot of things, for unexplained reasons.]

Though most of the time, we'd just stay out in the garden and talk about all kinds of different things.

Edited 2016-09-06 08:26 (UTC)

[Frisk nods, their eyes lowering. They remember those odd spikes of frustration at the oddest moments, and while Frisk learned to predict them they didn't always know exactly what brought them about.]

...did they tell you about th' Surface much? I know they...never talked about before they fell much, but...um.

... Sort of. I always had a lot of questions what the surface was like, and the way Chara described it... I always wondered why they'd leave something like that.

But sometimes, Chara would get really upset or quiet sometimes and me, mom, or dad could never figure out why. Chara wouldn't say why either. I think wherever they were on the Surface, it wasn't a happy place for them.

[Asriel was too naive at the time, or maybe just too afraid to know the answer. The Surface was where all monsters wanted to go - it was a place of wonder and hope for all monsterkind. To hear that it wasn't as perfect as everyone dreamed of...

Well, it foolishly got them killed in the end, didn't it?]

... I wish I would've asked more questions back then.

[Maybe it would've saved Chara? He doesn't know. Maybe if he'd done things this way, maybe if he tried to reach out to them a little more... he wouldn't be sitting here watching his memories of their family play over and over.]

[Chara...hadn't ever told them much, either. Only little snippets, and that only because the filter of mind-to-mind made things bleed over so much easier. Vague ideas of pain, of anger, of not feeling like there was any place safe...some of it had resonated with Frisk's own memories. Others...not so much.]

...yeah. They never told me, neither, but...I could sorta guess. I don't think they wanted anyone knowin'. It...it hurts sometimes, thinkin' 'bout that stuff.

[Frisk wraps an arm around Asriel's back, squeezing him as support and comfort for them both.]

...'s not your fault.

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